I've liked the way
your hand, from time to time,
modulated the sound
of the (frequency) modulation.
Your hand probing,
Michiko, the glove compartment.
Your hand over my neck
There is a time for everything.
(chorus)
I've liked your face
lit by the toll booth lights
liked this conversation
under the road signs.
I've liked your theories
about highways, at night
I've liked it when I slept at your place
There is a time for everything.
I've liked the way
your eyes, from time to time,
followed the path,
a finger on the map1,
your eyes unveiling
an exit to Montauban2
Your eyes close to mine, out of focus
There is a time for everything.
(chorus)
I've liked the way,
not far from the petrol pumps
your lips clung to
the brim of a plastic cup,
your lips blowing
clouds of white cold.
For your lips, I confess,
there is a time for everything.
(chorus)
There is a time for everything (2x)
1. Michelin prints very popular road maps2. a midlle-sized city in southwestern France